Countless demonic figures of all shapes and sizes flickered in and out of view, their savage roars echoing without end.
"How is this possible?!" Lin Yue's adjutant cried out beside him. "It's only been three days! Aren't they afraid of losing everything here?"
Lin Yue's lips were set in a thin line, his gaze as sharp as a hawk's.
"It's precisely because this is so irrational that it's so dangerous! The prize of some ordinary little county isn't worth a Demon King investing so recklessly on such short notice! There has to be a much larger scheme at play here!"
"Now! Send the highest-level distress signal again!" Lin Yue roared without a moment's hesitation.
The words had barely left his mouth when the communications soldier at the rear sent out the highest-level distress signal.
He scanned the seven defenders at his side—the entirety of the force he could currently command.
Most of them were emergency reinforcements from nearby.
